𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 y/n, the leader of a powerful guild finds herself in love with a man, who may not be what he seems.
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𝐚𝐤𝐚 holy shit dude lotta angst and a lil bit of savior trope.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, this fic includes violence, gore, and possible death. if any of these might make you uncomfortable, please don't subject yourself to it! be safe darlings!
*this was originally written with technoblade, but i have since gotten rid of all romantic fanfic involving him. I wanted to keep this fic however, so I changed his character to wilbur
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When he'd first shown up on her doorstep, she'd been wary. Sure, Y/n had been in this situation many times before: A struggling traveler appears before her, asking for safety, be it in the form of housing for a night or food for a week. They always requested simple things. And typically, Y/n was quick to grant strangers such luxuries. The world they lived in was harsh. Who was she to deny someone of basic comforts?
But when he arrived, looking far better off than anyone who'd ever appeared before, she hesitated. He hadn't even spoken yet and she wasn't sure she could trust what he was going to say. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.
He stood rather tall, an intimidating height to be honest. His hair was made up of fluffy brown curls, which on any other person would look childish and welcoming, but on him was striking and captivating. His clothes were strange as well, oddly intimidating even. He wore a brown coat over a white collared shirt and grey slacks. Something out of a fantasy novel, he was a ruler and the way that he carried himself confirmed that to her.
His face was the most interesting part of all. She could only faintly see his dark eyes. His lips were curled into a smirk when he spoke.
"I've heard of you Y/n L/n" His voice was deep and slow, but not boring. If anything, the levelness of his tone was endearing. "I've heard of your kindness and I wonder if you would take pity on me for the night? I am far from home and I have nowhere to go."
They stood there for a second, the pair of them. A tall nameless man and a cautious woman with the entrance to salvation in her hands. She considered what he'd asked for, it wasn't much considering what she'd done for strangers in the past. So then why was she so hesitant?
"You'll have to allow me your name before you come in," she finally answered, allowing a small comforting smile to grace her lips. Even if she wasn't absolutely sure about the man, she felt she still owed him the respect of a smile.
Wilbur had slept in an empty home that night, surrounded by the other members of Y/n's guild. Then he stayed another night, and another, and another, until the once empty home donned a sign out front with his name on it.
